It’s all muddy, brown, sad. Where I live, Nature is not used to above-zero temperatures so early in March. Even the spring flowers are still sleeping.
Then rises a beautiful day, starting with a bright orange rosy blue delicatly cloudy sky. Birds are chirping away, geeses are waking up. So are the joggers!
For a moment, I’m tempted to stop thinking about the horribly hot summer waiting just around the corner, the increased risk for wild fires. My kiddo forced to play inside during summer vacations because it’s too hot, or the air quality is too poor.
It is going to be a very beautiful day indeed.
Our writing flow is influenced, tinted by everything around us, or course. But on weird weather day like this, I find it harder to focus somehow.
The writing plan is there, fun and exciting. The story is kinda singing in my mind. The Main character is finally shaping up to be as great on paper as in my imagination.
Still, I go back to comtemplate the sky and soon enough, it’s time to get things going.
Marie Alice Writes & Reads 